Tainted Apperance

I look in the mirror

And see what I am not

I am the girl wanting to fit in

Constant trials of being blonder

Hiding in the dark to cast myself paler

Becoming thinner 

Pursing my lips to look fuller

Stretching and pinching my nose for an allusion of slimness

Perfect. 

Something I'm not 

I will change, but I will choose to change for myself

Not for others

I am perfection

I am Gods creation.

 

-you are beautiful 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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